Maniac - Vanbot

Checkpoints, borders, fears growing colder

You turn it into mash and sort it into folders

If a tear comes streaming, kill that feeling

You’re growing a ‘stache and say that you’re older

Before we turn into numbers, one part of me believes

Before we turn into numbers, there’s more for you to be

You’re a maniac

Looking for justice

Human nature, violent creature

Who’s your objector, who made you a bleeder

You heal your wounds, then kill your feeder

You blame the obscure, you’re afraid of the future

Before we turn into numbers, one part of me believes

Before we turn into numbers, there’s more for you to be

You’re a maniac

Looking for justice

You’re guilty as charged, you’re an obvious bluffer

You’re lost, but your looking for justice

If you weren’t a maniac, I would feel sorry for you

When it’s all too late, you will understand

This battle was for real, and it’s worth it’s name

If you weren’t a maniac, I would feel sorry for you